Ethan clutched the steering wheel, his knuckles white with strain, as the city lights flickered by. The stillness in the car was filled with the weight of what had just transpired in the courthouse, which hovered between him and Lily like an unsaid storm.
Lily sat next to him with her arms folded securely over her chest, gazing out the window. She had previously observed Ethan's brutality and watched him engage in combat, but tonight had been different. She had noticed him hesitating tonight.
He had the potential to murder Damien Moreau. It ought to have. Nevertheless, he had left.
Ethan eventually broke the stillness by saying, "You're thinking too much."
With an inscrutable expression, Lily turned to face him. "And you're not giving it enough thought."
Ethan gripped the wheel more tightly. "What is the intended meaning of that?"